She laughed reading her favorite passage. “If we shadows have offended. Think but this and all is mended. That you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear.”
“And this weak and idle theme.” She jumped looking up to see Rob standing on her porch his hand grasping the post and swinging back and forth. “No more yielding but a dream. Gentles do not reprehend, if you pardon we will mend.” He came closer to her. His nose dominating his features. There was something in the back of her mind screaming that she forgot something. It made her head hurt. “And as I am an honest Puck. If we have unearned luck. Now to scrape the serpent’s tongue, we will make amends ere long.” He crouched down in front of her his smile gone from his face. For some reason she glanced at his eyes. A mud brown, normal and slightly uneven. On seemed higher than the other. It was like someone had intentionally given him every flaw in the book.
“That’s my favorite part.” She said looking down at her book and closing it. “Sometimes I wonder if Shakespeare actually met these creatures.”
A twitch of his lips almost told of a smile. “I doubt they spoke in rhyme though.”
She laughed. “It would kinda sound funny wouldn’t it?”
“I was thinking.” He said more serious his squeaky voice grating on her senses. “I want to know why you’re so weird?”
There it was. Spaz. “Gee thanks. Well I don’t know. Maybe I was born with some deficiency.” She got up and stalked towards the front door. What was she thinking wanting to be friends with someone who would just constantly insult her?
“Wait.” He was there suddenly stopping her hand as it was about to turn the knob. “It was an honest question.”
